Chapter 612


    Chapter 612 A Trap


    Deirdre knew how expensive this bracelet was by touching it, so she figured she could not ept it. As


    if he could see through her worries, Brendan wrapped his arm around her waist and collected her hair


    behind her ear, saying, ''This is a gift from Mrs. King. You should just take it."


    Deirdre had no other choice but to ept it. "Alright. Thank you very much, Mrs. King."


    Mrs. Kingplimented Deirdre for her understanding and appearance as she guided them to the


    table. After all of them had taken their seats, Mr. King Sr. asked in a displeased voice, "Where is


    Den?"


    Mrs. King sighed and said, "He probably is staying in his room."


    "Nonsense!" Mr. King Sr. smacked the table and continued. "Hurry up and get him down here! We have


    guests today. How could he hide in his room and not show his face?"


    Cillian wrapped his arm around Laura and said, “Dad, you should just leave him alone. Den prefers


    to stay alone. He might spoil the mood if hees down to join us."


    Laura''s face was pale as she kept darting nces at Cillian. After a while, she nodded and said,


    "Den said he''s tired. He''s not joining us as he said he wants to take some rest."


    Mr. King Sr. harrumphed, indignant at Den''s action.


    Deirdre frowned. She had a hunch that something must have happened to Den. After all, judging


    from what she knew about him, he was not someone who would want to take some rest at an important


    moment like this.


    It was just that there was nothing she could do since the Kings refused to continue the conversation.


    After they finished their meal, Cillian brought Brendan to his office to discuss their new project.


    ‘We should leave Miss McKinnon here. It isn''t convenient to bring her here and there. Besides, she has


    Laura to keep herpany."


    Brendan nodded. After he left with Cillian, Laura went up to Deirdre.


    "Miss McKinnon..."


    Her voice was shaking, and she looked restless.


    Deirdre noticed her strange behavior and became stern. ‘What''s the matter?"


    Taking a deep breath, she said, "Something happened to Decky. Can you go help him?"


    ‘What do you mean?” Deirdre was confused. "What happened to Den?"


    "I''m not sure of the situation either. But I''m sure that Cillian has done something to him. That''s why he


    couldn''t show up at the table this afternoon. I''d really appreciate it if you could go to his room and


    check on him."


    Deirdre fell silent for a moment. Brendan was not here right now, so she felt rather uneasy about going


    to Den''s room alone.


    As such, she asked, ‘Why can''t you go? Don''t you think it''s a bit inappropriate for me to go since I''m


    just an outsider."


    Laura let out a bitter smile and said, "I can''t go. All of the maids are watching me right now. If Cillian


    learns that I go to his room to help him, he''ll punish me."


    She continued. "I cooked something for Decky two days ago, and he pped me across the face


    twice."


    ‘What? Has he gone mad?" Deirdre''s face was livid with rage. She patted her shoulder and said, "Don''t


    worry. I''ll go and check on Den."


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    "Okay."


    Laura and Deirdre went upstairs and came to Den''s room.


    Just when Deirdre was about to knock on the door, she realized that the door was left ajar, and she did


    not know if she was having an illusion or not, but she somehow heard Den''s painful moan wafting


    out of the room.


    "Mr. King?"


    She pushed the door open, and as soon as she stepped into the room, she noticed something wrong.


    The temperature in the room was exceedingly high. Before she coulde around to her senses,


    Laura acted swiftly and shut the door.


    "Ms. Smith!" She tried to open the door but to no avail. Beads of cold sweat oozed out of her forehead


    as she realized that she had fallen into their trap.


    Den had been drugged. That''s why he could not show up on the table this afternoon, and Gillian’s


    n was to get them to...


    ‘He''s so vicious!"


    Deirdre felt a chill down her spine when the realization hit her. She did not know why, but she felt hot all


    over. Perhaps, it was due to the strange smell in the room, or she had consumed something she


    shouldn''t have.


    ‘Bathroom! Where is the bathroom!?''